My Search

My body is weak and my soul is tired
From a search I started a time ago
I have searched high and I searched low
But yet still I don't know

I looked every where
I haven't got a clue
Somebody help me I need a breakthrough

I went back to school, thinking my answer would be there
But as you can see, I'm still looking in despair
I changed jobs a hundred times
But in my search I still can't find

I've looked so long
I've forgotten what I was searching for
Strangled by alcohol, I could not handle no more
I decided to pray that my father would show me the way

I continued my search in a city anew
But yet still my search is not through
I looked at my childres my answer was not there
I looked to my peers but they did not care.

I finally remember what my search was for
And I couldn't get it at the shore, not even the liqour store
I couldn't get off a dance floor
Nor or out of a drawer

My body is weak and my soul is tired
And my search is not over
We must agree that I am searching for  me.


THIS WAS WRITTEN IN MY STATE OF CONFUSION. TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS THAT I REALLY WANTED IN LIFE